Last week I was spontaneous and just went and got a tatoo on my lunch break. It's something I've been wanting since I went to Egypt four or five years ago so a lot of prior thought had in fact gone into it. I like the symbolism of it. I had a dream on the weekend that for some reason my dad was going to pay for myself and my two sisters to get a tattoo each and my choice came down to my Celtic cross or an ankh. I've wanted both for a while and one would end up on my wrist and the other on the back of my neck. In my dream I went for the ankh on my wrist and that's what really kind of made the decision for me.
During work I then found a nice simple ankh, I don't really want to spoil it with detail and adjusted it to about the size I wanted it. On my lunch break I went round to the tattoo parlour asked for a price and estimated amount of time, £30 (minimum charge) and 15minutes. Asked if he was available to do it right then and he was. They had a power cut and had to rebook all the appointments for the day as they weren't sure how long they'd be without the power. 15minutes later I walk out all bandaged up and quite proud with myself that I had gone ahead and done that.
Today half the scabs are still there and half are gone. It is a tiny bit out of symmetry, but I'm not sure anyone else would really figure that out. The picture below was taken the day after.
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